Boosie BadAzz - Iron Chest lyrics

Iron chest charlie Iron chest charlie Iron chest charlie (who this n***a think he is) Verse 1:BOOSIE O you Iron chest charlie Well Ion give a f*** When Im coming Im coming And n***a Imma hit you up Get retarded with that 40 when my head gon I call my 7th ward hard heads Who spit s*** on payron Put a hula-hoop around your heart They like the dark When the word get sick The tools get sparked Had heart when I was lil Evil all up inside me So I born to jack a n***a Now Im gon jack somebody Wack somebody you don't give it up Me and my n***a partna head bussa we dont give a f*** Put it in his mouth n***a Cut em down And bring him to the south n***a Tie em up Where is at Lets go get dem 100 stacks Its gangster n***as hurtin they coming get you You dont deserve it anyway You ain't from dat dirty anyway Murder case murder case drug related He don't want to give it up He must don't love his baby Chrous: These n***as gon respect these pistols Whatchu iron chest charlie If you think you ride or bout it (who dat n***a think he is) Iron chest charlie (man that n***a trippin) Iron chest charlie These n***as gon respect these pistols Whatchu iron chest charlie If you think you ride or bout it (who he think he is) Iron chest charlie (who the f** trippin) Iron chest charlie Verse 2: SHELLS Whatchu Think you a beast cause you smoke weed and tote heat Well here I go like mystikal I heard you was looking for me (here I go) Its beast mode from the bottom to the 3 From the southside to the eastside Put some paper on your feet I heard lil daddy got a chest full of beef Give me dat chopper with dat knife and watch a trill n***a eat I can't let a n***a get me in these streetz Before I do i leave ya body looking like red meat n***a Think its a game till them thangs rang Cause it go BANG BANG Till your muthaf***ing brains hang O you iron chest charlie ion give a f*** So have ya nuts tucked Or get bust up I got a itchy trigga finga for the gun play Phat tellem how we do it (the dumb way) You gon respect these trigga on the real O you iron chest charlie Well hit em in his grill n***a Chrous: These n***as gon respect these pistols Whatchu iron chest charlie If you think you ride or bout it (who dat n***a think he is) Iron chest charlie (man that n***a trippin) Iron chest charlie These n***as gon respect these pistols Whatchu iron chest charlie If you think you ride or bout it (who he think he is) Iron chest charlie (who the f** trippin) Iron chest charlie Verse 3: Lil Phat I told you on dem shoes that Lil phat really bout gun play I rep my U's 2 by 2 Im da dumb way 16, 17 n***a dats uptown West coast across the track n***a datz 4 down b**h you ain't stupid You know I keep my tooly Get the hollerin like boosie With this muthaf***in uzi Say god damn won't see me with a f***in mil So I guess Imma whip you out And show charlie s*** trill Behind my chain i'll shoot your f**in face in And rub ya f**in back in With this f**in mac 10 Kick this door in And came out with 10 ?? Pissed on it And spit on it Now this gone to my bentley ?? I'll take ya momma ya chern and ya b**h too I get somebody if i can't get you Imma animal I like to split to I get somebody if i can't split you